Author's Note

Another quick one, hope you enjoy. I don't know why I was caught up on this chapter for so long, had the first part of it written up forever ago and couldn't keep writing. Dunno why.

Either way, we back.

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05/23/2024

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"Its too quiet, where are the goblins?" = Normal speech.

Chapter 24

A Goblin Slayer's treacherous mountaintop battle

Rated-M

M rating for mature themes, nudity, romance, violence, blood, adult themes, and of course, sex.

Music of the day

Skyrim - Death or Sovngarde

Not long after Goblin Slayer left the house behind, the raging winds slowed to a halt. The ghostly howling that had buffeted the walls of the building endlessly had suddenly ceased without warning, leaving everyone in total silence.

Serana was the first to respond, slipping free from the chair she'd been sitting so patiently on for Goblin Slayer to return, as she moved for the front door.

"Where are you going?" Aela muttered, watching as she moved to leave so quickly. "Goblin Slayer told us to stay here." She pointed out sharply.

"I know what Master said." The huge chested vampire stated. "But something changed… The snowstorm… It stopped." She pointed out, face twisted up in concern.

"Which means he solved the problem…" Cow-Girl muttered, following along with the other woman.

"Or he's currently fighting said problem causer…" Aela realized, moving to stand as well.

"Exactly!" Serana nodded firmly, moving to leave the house.

Cow-Girl watched the other two women leave the house, armed and ready to take on whatever waited for them. She knew that she'd probably only be in the way if she went outside, but she couldn't stand being useless anymore.

Whenever Goblin Slayer would come to kill any goblins that threatened the village, he'd always tell her to stay inside, to not leave the house until it was finished.

At first she was sure he did so to protect her from the monsters that threatened her, and to some degree she knew that to be the case…

But…

The truth of the matter was an entirely different story. He made her stay inside, not just to protect her from the monsters, but from the horrors of the world he lived. A world where he would come back home drenched in blood, the smell of guts and vomit, her not knowing if he'd managed to save those kidnapped by the green monsters…

Or if he had to put them out of their misery.

The look she'd see in his eyes when he'd return in the middle of the night, still and quiet; Sometimes she knew that he was too late.

That was the world he was so diligently trying to keep her sheltered from since he was younger, but she'd changed since she was a child. He wished to keep her safe from the world, convincing her that so long as he handled everything, that she wouldn't ever have to worry.

While she did feel touched by his devotion to such a task, she also felt hurt that even after all this time, after both of them had grown up, that he still didn't trust her to take care of herself.

True… She was no battle hardened adventurer, but she wasn't useless either. If not to be another hero standing side by side with him, then she'd gladly spend her days helping return the favor another way.

Thinking back to it now, it had been her dream since she was a child to be the house wife. The person that stayed home and did everything for him so that he had a warm bowl of soup to return to, and a warm lap to lay his head on while falling asleep in her embrace every night, and a bed with clean sheets and a warm body who would embrace him with open arms.

She'll admit…

Perhaps it sounded silly, especially in the land she lived in where women were seen as warriors to the Nordic men, the idea of her dream would probably be met with an abundance of mockery by both the other hot blooded women of the land, or the men that called it home.

But their opinions, while likely painful to hear, would not sway her decision. She'd never the courage to speak up to him about her feelings, but seeing the women he was with now had given her the courage she was missing.

And, even all four of them didn't seem capable of offering him what she could, the role she wished so desperately to play in his life.

When this troublesome situation they were in was over, she was going to confront him about it.

So, with that thought in mind, she peered outside the window, watching the two women make their leave. The ladies in question made it two steps out of the door before a new event took place.

The fog that had obscured the land alongside the thick storm had suddenly vanished, clarity returning with it. And that's when they saw it, the battle taking place atop the mountain. A dragon's roar, a flash of fire and ice, the sounds of a blade clashing against tough scales.

Goblin Slayer was fighting for his life, and he was alone.

She couldn't contain herself any longer, not when she knew the man her heart was after was in danger. At the behest of her uncle, she took up a pitchfork and ran out to join his wives, sliding to a stop in the snow. They looked tense, but there was nothing they could do at the bottom of the mountain.

The other villagers came outside when the storm vanished, curious to find the cause. Stepping out of their houses, they all glanced up the mountain.

Then came the explosion of power, and the subsequent avalanche that followed after it.

"Master!" Serana shouted desperately, clutching her staff as she watched the dragon come crashing over the peak of the mountain, Goblin Slayer falling right alongside it.

As for the man in question, he was thrown out of his element as he found the closest footing hundreds of feet down below. The beast that was falling above him would certainly flatten him if he somehow survived the fall, and he had no time to find a way out.

He was running on instincts and adrenaline as he reached out to grab the falling dragon by its jaw, desperately clambering up onto its head for a better advantage. He could use its body to break his fall, or at the very least try to.

But that plan didn't even get a chance to be tested as the beast used its last wing to slap him off its body before either of them hit the ground.

With a mighty force, the dragon crashed into the land below, sending snow and debris everywhere. The villagers screamed, running away to a safe distance.

"Goblin Slayer!!" Aela watched as he was punted in the air, sent flying into the roof of a house, vanishing in a cloud of snow and wooden shrapnel that shot into the sky.

They all watched him crash, and the urge to rush to his side was powerful, but…

The fight wasn't over.

The pureblood's eyes widened in horror as the beast her master had so thoroughly slaughtered seemingly refused to stay down, despite its missing wing and grievous wounds, it still breathed.

Serana swallowed the lump in her throat, spinning her staff around as she leveled it at the monster, her demeanor shaken as she stood alone against the legendary creature. Yet despite this, she would not run, no matter how terrifying the monster she faced was.

This beast had hurt her Master, wounded her husband, and had the audacity to not die from the fall.

Death was the only mercy she was willing to offer.

Her feet cut through the snow, taking a powerful stance as she prepped herself against the might foe, staff poised to empower her magical abilities to a lethal extent.

The dragon roared as it clambered after her, clearly on its last legs.

But if there was one thing she'd learned from her goblin slaying lover, it was to never, under any circumstances, underestimate your opponents.

She summoned a wall of ice between her and the charging beast, lining it with vicious spikes. She wasn't just fighting for herself, but for the civilians that called the village their home, and for the busty redhead standing beside her. She was precious to her Master, and by proxy so was this village.

So she would fight for them all, if only because of him.

There was a mighty crash as the beast tumbled into the wall, tearing through it with the last of its strength.

Her eyes narrowed as she forced more magic through her staff, summoning a storm of icy blades. The truth of the matter was that the dragon was a beast of cold magic, as was she. But having an affinity for ice didn't protect it from the weapons she could make from said ice.

"For hurting my Master, you will die!" She declared, raising her staff skyward, gathering everything she had. She practically began to glow with the radiant magical energy swelling within her heavy bosom. Then she leveled the staff towards the dragon, hundreds of daggers made purely out of ice magic ready to launch towards the dragon. A hundred blades surrounded the scaled creature from every direction, poised and ready to fire an attack it could not escape.

Alea snarled, notching five steel tipped arrows on her bow, leveling her aim at the monster's throat. She calmed her breathing, steadying her aim as the beast charged forward ever closer with each passing second.

Both of the Slayer's wives locked in, gaze hard as they stared the soon to be dead dragon down like the pest that it was. Neither had noticed that Cow-Girl had vanished in the heat of the final moments, too focused on the fight at hand.

""Die!"" They cried in unison, firing off their attacks.

As the monster opened its maw to fire one last breath attack, it was met with five arrows to the throat, stopping the attack instantly. In the moment afterwards, it was littered with every attack the ice mage had.

The beast crashed into a heap mere feet from the cold women, staring up at them with the last few seconds of life it had left.

With the beast accounted for, they were quick to turn and run for Goblin Slayer, desperate to find out if he was okay. Was he alive, had he died, was he injured? So many thoughts ran through their heads in that moment, it was deafening.

But they'd made the mistake their dearest had spent every single day drilling into them, and turned their backs on an opponent who was not dead. A snarling sound echoed out from behind them, the beast focusing its last remaining life into one final shout, the magic radiating off of it powerful enough to freeze them to their bones.

They spun around, hearts in their ears as they watched an attack mere moments away from taking them out, and they were in no position to defend themselves.

"Hyaaah!!!"

But in that crucial moment, when they'd let their guards down, the missing redhead returned. With a wild battlecry, she descended from atop her barn, pitchfork in hand as she skewered the beast through the neck. It dropped dead.

The busty farm hand stood atop her kill, holding onto the pitchfork to steady herself. Blood had sprayed her body, but with the adrenaline flowing through her and the blood pumping in her ears, she didn't even notice it.

Huffing in excitement, she turned to the other two women, offering them a helpful grin.

Serana and Aela blinked, expressions blank. They turned to each other, as if questioning if what they saw really just happened, then they turned back to her, smiles on their faces.

They clapped, beaming up at the girl for her moment of victory. The villagers all came running to her, cheering for her as she stood atop the dead dragon like some Nordic warrior.

Serana quickly helped the shaking redhead down from the corpse, offering her a rag to clean her face from the blood.

With the battle having ended in a victory, they were finally able to turn their focus elsewhere.

Like…

For example, the currently missing Goblin Slayer.

"Master!" The huge-chested vampire exclaimed suddenly, embarrassment flooding her as she realized she'd forgotten about him in the heat of battle.

"Goblin Slayer!" Aela cursed, having let her husband's condition slip her mind as well.

They quickly turned to the house he'd crashed into, ready to tear it apart to find him. They made it ten steps through the snow before they saw something that made their hearts beat passionately.

Stepping out of the rubble was the man in question, their man, their husband, their master.

He was alive and unharmed.

Relatively speaking.

As for Goblin Slayer himself, he'd managed only a mere ten steps from the damaged house before he suddenly found said ladies rushing up to him, Serana throwing her arms around him in a desperate hug.

Aela slowed to a stop beside him, watching as her stoic warrior coddled the crying vampire to his chest, running his fingers through her hair as he tried to assure her that he was going to live.

She shook her head, some part of her irritated by how he coddled her, while simultaneously finding it one of his lovable traits. He struggled to show his feelings for anyone, but he certainly tried, and she loved him for that.

That said, she was sure the redhead had something to tell the armored man now as well. Glancing back to the farmhand, the werewolf smiled as she motioned Cow-Girl over.

She supposed, however, that it would have to wait until everyone had settled down…

Chapter

24

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